Monday at work passed quickly as my mind was elsewhere, thinking about Sarah and Clare and trying to find a way. I had already realised that there was one piece of information that I needed from Clare tonight, and it came in the form of a question.

Was there any future for me and her?

Things are always different when you get home from holidays and when you are back into your routine. I desperately needed to know where I stood with Clare. If I knew this, I would have a better idea of what to say to Sarah; that is if I chose to say anything to her at all about what happened in Majorca.

The events of last night had me thinking seriously. I now realise that I'm not ready to give up on Sarah—whatever Clare might say. There was something new that I saw in my girlfriend last night, and I had never noticed before.

It was a peek at her inner self. She was a playful girl, eager to break free from the constraints of her recent past, and there was something else… I realised that I had strong feelings for Sarah. It was a new emotion—one I only just realised existed—and I was still trying to understand where it had come from.

Could it be from the heart? I questioned.

Before leaving work, I gave Sarah a phone call. I dialled with more confidence than I should have had, but I knew this call was important. I needed to stay connected to her.

We had some small talk, and then she unexpectedly said, “Have fun tonight.”

My stomach churned, and butterflies fluttered. Those strong newly discovered feelings I had for Sarah were with me again, choking my very words.

I wanted to say, “I am just catching up with an old friend,” but my mouth was dry, and I suddenly found that I could not lie to Sarah. I didn’t want to. But I just didn’t know how to answer.

I went quiet, knowing that whatever happened tonight, I didn’t want to lose Sarah, that I needed my Sarah. There was an eruption of new emotions bubbling through me, and everyone was saying, “Do not be a fool; do not lose Sarah.” 

“Stay warm for me,” I joked after a few seconds. I was trying to mask my feelings by adding a little humour. It was what I did.

Sarah giggled, “I will.”

“I see you tomorrow,” I said with a kiss as we finished our call. 

There were no questions about Clare from Sarah, and that got me a little worried. It felt like Sarah knew that Clare was more than a casual old friend, and I knew whatever happened tonight, tomorrow Sarah would need to be told all, maybe even Majorca.

I then asked myself the very question that had been on my mind since my return.

Was I in love with Sarah?

*****

Unusually, right on time, I left work to see Clare. It was a good thirty-minute drive from my workplace, and I knew I would be a little late. So it was no surprise when I pulled up outside her parents' semi-detached house five minutes behind our agreed-upon time.

On seeing the car, Clare quickly emerged from her home and hurried towards my car, only briefly checking that it was me before her long, skinny-jeans-clad legs entered my car. They may have only been jeans, but I couldn't help noticing how they gripped her legs and her bottom. On top, she wore a cut-off yellow blouse and a blue denim jacket, which she took off as she got in the car. 

As her long, shapely legs slid in, I noticed she also was wearing blue stiletto shoes with a three- or four-inch heel. She also carried with her a small yellow handbag that matched her blouse.

She looked beautiful. On the other hand, I was still dressed in my work clothes.

“Hi,” we both said.

Before I added, “You look stunning, Clare.”

It was a comment that made her smile.

I may not have been the best at relationships, but I knew enough to know all women like to be told they look beautiful. Clare truly did, and just like Sarah, to me, she was drop-dead gorgeous.

“We better get going,” a smiling Clare replied. “As my parents are due home any minute, and if they see you, I am only going to be asked more questions. I had enough of them yesterday after your phone call.”

I pulled away. 

“Is that a problem?” I asked. “With you being seen with me?”

Clare did not answer me for a short while as we drove into the forest and the countryside. I sensed she needed to put some distance between her and her home before she felt like she could answer me.

It was only then that she quietly said, “You know I have a boyfriend.” 

I decided to leave it at that; we could talk about him later. 

“Have you eaten? It is my treat.”

Neither of us had, so I drove through the large forest to be closer to where I lived and pulled up to a small country pub called "The Woodsman." It was situated no more than five miles from my parent’s house, well away from Clare’s. It was the sort of place tourists go, but we were early, and Monday always tends to be a quiet day. So we had no issues in getting a comfortable corner table for two in the eating area.

During the journey, we started to talk and get to know one another. However, as we chatted, we seemed to skirt around the elephant in the room, Clare’s boyfriend. We confirmed our ages; she was eighteen, and I was twenty-two. We both had birthdays coming up, mine in September and hers in November, and we were both the oldest siblings. 

Clare was not just easy to get into bed; she was also easy to talk to. She listened and had that knack for saying or responding in the right way, and it gave me confidence—the same level of confidence that had taken me many weeks to achieve with Sarah.

As we talked, we learned a lot about each other and realised we had many common interests. One issue Clare faced was whether to continue college. She just completed her second year but had failed chemistry, one of the three subjects she was taking. She had wanted to do science and work in a laboratory somewhere, but she realised during her second college year that this was not the correct career choice for her.

Currently, Clare has a good part-time job in one of the local factories, and she has just been offered a full-time position there, but only if she does not go back to college. Yes, it was good money for an eighteen-year-old, but there were few career prospects for the future.

I was surprised, but Clare asked me for some career advice, so I asked her, “What career do you see yourself doing in the future?”

She thought for a minute and said, “Maybe accountancy, as that is what Mr Perkins, the head of the math department, said I should consider, and the more I think about it, the more I kind of like it. Even if everyone I know would then find me boring, being an accountant!”

I chuckled and then laughed, as no one would ever find Clare boring. She had that gift and that charm to be able to entertain and not just men. There was something about Clare— that aura, which at that moment I couldn’t explain, though I knew she had already charmed me.

“Do you need more qualifications to do this career?” I asked as I had no idea. 

Clare paused before answering.

“I know I should sign up to do another year of college. It’s just I feel I have done enough school time, and I want to do something else other than studying.” 

I smiled. I was familiar with that feeling, so I pointed out to her that I had just finished my "school time" the previous year, and with that, the conversation moved on.

I was not too sure if Clare had taken in anything I had said, but it had been nice to be asked for my opinion on something so important to her.

At the “Woodsman” pub, I asked Clare what she wanted to drink, thinking she might want a glass of wine or a half-pint of lager, as girls did back then, but no, Clare went for a pint of dry cider. I smiled; that meant fewer trips to the bar.

Sarah had only recently changed from drinking halves. It was a change made with my full encouragement. I know this is a tiny thing in our story, but the fact that Clare was bold and just ordered a pint was an additional attraction to me.

We ordered our meals, and as we ate, our conversation just flowed. However, my mind kept flickering between Clare’s boyfriend and then us. I knew I needed to bring him up soon and ask that question.

I explained about my job, how I got it, and a little about my upbringing, but I did not want to get too heavy. Clare was similar; we kept skirting around the main subject, our other halves and that question.

Was there a future for us?

I knew I needed to know something before the end of the evening. I had Sarah to think about. As it was, I knew I would be lucky if I kept her, once she knew I cheated with Clare.

After the meals, which I paid for, Clare insisted on buying the next round of drinks, and we moved to the main pub area and found a comfortable sofa seat to sit on. We still had some privacy.

“You know I consider this a date," I said to Clare. It was my way of moving the conversation on and in the right direction. It was obvious to me that there was strong chemistry between us, but I also felt a little anxious. I was not too sure what she would say.

“I know you do,” is all Clare said in reply, but she did lean across and put her hand on my thigh. It was the first intimate contact we had had all evening, and it gave me all the encouragement I needed. But, despite thinking about this all day, I was still not sure what to say to Clare.

“I know you can feel that we are attracted to each other...” I stopped and looked closely at Clare, trying to judge her, desperate to see a positive reaction and to say the right thing. But her look was difficult to understand and read.

“I want to be with you, your boyfriend, not just a two-night stand.”

I thought, there, I said it. I had pushed Sarah to one side, not knowing if I was getting across my feelings to Clare.

What I did know was it was now or never to take that step in getting Clare to start to open up and express her feelings for me. There was something there, something more than good sex. I needed to push on and get it all out there, and as I spoke, I felt that I was a little out of control of my emotions.

“As you know, I have a girlfriend, Sarah. She’s eighteen, and we've been together for nearly six months...” I then went on to explain how I met Sarah and a little about her and our life together. I then ended by saying, “I do like Sarah, and being with her has been good, but I do not know how serious we are. I guess we are getting towards a decision time, but she is the first long-term relationship that I have had, and I am still trying to understand what I have with her.” 

All the time that I had been speaking, I had been looking at Clare, taking in her and trying to judge her reaction but failing. Clare was good at keeping a poker face.

I then carried on talking, and I was not too sure I was even making any sense.

“For some reason, it's you, Clare, that I want to be with, and I hope you feel the same way. I also know you have a boyfriend.”

As I said these words, my insides were all over the place. There were butterflies and a churning stomach. I was not sure what I wanted or if what I had just said was completely true.

Did I want to lose Sarah?

The answer was a firm no, but I knew I desired Clare.

So I continued...

“But you have not told me anything about him. Not even his name. I thought it might not be that serious, as you and I got together, but I need to know where I stand, even if it is just for Sarah’s sake. I am not too sure what to say to her.”

I knew this conversation was a little heavy for a first date, but I desperately needed to know where we stood, especially now that I was beginning to understand I had strong feelings for Sarah.

Clare looked back at me. She smiled a little and then looked down towards her drink before returning her eyes up to mine.

“It is complicated,” then she added after a short pause.

“My boyfriend’s name is Alan, and he is now twenty-six, so a little older than us. I met him when I was seventeen and working in a shop. He came in several times and eventually asked me out. He had a car and a flat; he just swept me away, and I went with it. If you had asked me a year ago, I would have said that I loved him, but things change...”

Clare paused. It was obvious that she was thinking carefully about what to say.

“I'm not sure if I should say more, but you're right; I am attracted to you. Every time I look at you, even that first time back on the beach…”

Clare paused and looked at me, then smiled, “Every time I look at you, I see a twinkle in your eyes.” 

When I heard the phrase "A twinkle in my eyes," it was a first for me, and I couldn't help smiling back.

Those five little words seemed to evaporate any tension within me, and my stomach butterflies fluttered away. At that moment I was glowing inside with joy and happiness. There was hope for me and Clare.

She continued…

“I have said to myself that if I have another relationship with a man, then there must be no secrets, as secrets eat into your soul.”

I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but I knew what she meant, as a large bite had been taken out of my soul for not coming clean with Sarah last night.

"Is there hope for us to become a couple?" I asked carefully.

“Yes, but please do not give up on Sarah. As I said, it is complicated. I need to tell you more, and it is deeply private what I am going to say; only Jaz and her boyfriend Rob know.” 

I nodded and then reinforced my answer with an, “Okay,” noting that what Clare was going to say, not even her boyfriend Alan knew.

“Last December I went with Jaz and a couple of other friends to a Christmas party at a local pub. No boyfriends. Well, I got a little drunk, and late in the evening, I found myself getting chatted up by an older man—a lot older—as he was in his forties. I also knew he was married, even though he didn't say so." 

Clare stopped and took her eyes away from her pint glass and looked at me. It was as if she was thinking about carrying on...

“Go on,” I said. I am listening.

“The drink sort of brought my guard down a little, and I was getting horny, but what turned me on was his name was John. That is the same name as my dad’s, and it sort of drew me to him. Until then I never had daddy fantasies, but I was caught at a weak moment. I just wanted him to fuck me, boyfriend or no boyfriend.”

“I let Jaz know I was going outside with John and might be a little while. Of course, Jaz tried to stop me, and even now I see her face telling me. Are you sure?”

“We went around the back of the pub and up a dark alleyway where it was unlikely we would be disturbed. I knew why I was following him there. At that moment, all I could think of was having sex. We kissed and made out as he pushed me up against a wall. I had a skirt on, and before I knew it, it was around my waist, my knickers down around my ankles. He fingered me for a while, but I did not need much foreplay; I was so wet...”

Clare paused, and then she smiled as she took a sip of her drink.

“Next thing I knew, his cock was right up me, no condom. I thought shit, but too late. At that moment we both came. When he squirted his spunk into me, I had my best orgasm ever. It felt so dirty. As he withdrew his cock, all I could feel was sperm running out of me, and I had to use my panties to clean myself up.” Clare paused and smiled, “We left them hanging on a gate latch in the alleyway, and I had to spend the rest of the night pantyless.”

Clare paused again. It felt as if she was thinking back to the incident.

“I thought at the time that I had just been knocked up, but I did the math, and I realised that I was in my safe period, but only just. Afterwards, we had a cigarette, and then John gave me his work number and said to me if I wanted to get together again, then phone this number. We can then make arrangements. John then went home, and I rejoined my friends. Only Jaz realised I had been away.”

Clare stopped and looked into my eyes, then said, “Even now as I tell you this, I get a little wet, though it is also somewhat embarrassing. But I want to tell you all, as I am a bit of a slut, and I promise you one thing. I won’t be faithful.” 

I tried to suppress a smile as Clare carried on with her story, my cock now hard in my trousers.

“I like to say that it ended there, but I found it exciting, naughty, and I have to say addictive. So it was only a few days later that I phoned John and we made arrangements for another meeting. This time it was in his car, and I brought condoms to be safe. Again, when he fucked me, I found it exciting and had another large orgasm as I came. We carried on seeing each other for several months, and we fucked in more and more risky locations. I loved it, but John put a stop to it as his wife started to get suspicious. The truth is. If I had my way, I would still be fucking John right now.”

I could not help being somewhat turned on by Clare’s story, and in a small outburst, I quietly said, “God, I love slutty women!” That made Clare laugh, which in turn made me chuckle, though I did apologise.

“Does that mean Sarah is slutty too?” Clare somewhat innocently asked.

“No... Not really,” I quickly replied.

As I answered, I thought that was the main issue between us, and I had to keep myself from fully answering, as I thought it would be unfair to Sarah. Yes, I knew I was a jerk for thinking like this, but I did want Sarah to be more outgoing. Show more skin and even flirt with other men.

The last part was my deepest secret, which I hadn't dared to mention to her and wasn't sure I ever would. The truth was, I thought that, deep down, Sarah could be slutty. She had so far held herself in check. Her past exploits had stopped her from peeping over her protective wall. But last night it was different. Then I felt closer to Sarah, the true Sarah, than I ever had been before.

If we were still together after I told her about Clare. We needed to have the sort of conversation I was currently having with Clare. Deep down, I knew if we didn’t, neither of us would be happy. We needed to grow up as a couple and be our true selves.

I also sensed that Sarah was on the verge of blossoming as a woman. Last night, she was different, though I still didn’t grasp why.

“So to just clarify, Alan knows none of this?” I knew the answer, but I still wanted clarification.

“Good God, no!” Clare exclaimed.

"If he found out, he would be horrified, and our relationship would be over." Alan is quite conservative, almost square. Likes things to be a certain way, with no variations, and unlike me, he only seems to have one sexual fetish, which you might have noticed.”

I shrugged. I was intrigued, but I was not sure I had noticed.

“He loves me hairy; for him, the hairier, the better. If he had his way, I would have hairy legs, armpits, and a bush the size of a privet hedge.” I suddenly had that vision go through my head, and I started laughing, which caused Clare to give me a nudge before joining me and giggling too.

“I do not mind indulging him, but my armpits and legs stay shaved. I do let my pubic hair grow, though I did trim the sides of it for my holiday so I could fit into my bikini bottom. He was not too pleased when I saw him Saturday night, and I have promised to grow it again.”

“Well, it does make a good maze,” I jokingly said, which earned me a second, harder nudge, though I didn’t stop laughing at my poor joke. 

Clare took a large gulp of her cider, waiting for me to stop. It gave me a chance to look around, aware that we may be overheard, but no one seemed close, so I said quietly, “I have to admit I was somewhat surprised at how hairy your pussy was. One of my fetishes is for completely shaved pussies.” 

I could not help but grin when I said it, though it felt strange to say this to a girl, even Clare. I had never even thought of mentioning it to Sarah as I thought she would never understand.

“So have you been with many shaven girls?” Clare asked and then cheekily grinned.

“Not yet, but I can say yours was easily the hairiest,” which earned me my third nudge and a small playful squeeze on my leg before we laughed and then sat back and sipped our drinks.

As we sat there, I realised that, with Clare, we could talk about anything. We just clicked. Our minds were so similar, and I wondered if Sarah could be the same. That is if she forgave me and let me carry on seeing Clare, which seemed very unlikely. No girl lets her boyfriend have a second girlfriend; even the oaf in me knew that!

Clare opened her handbag and pulled out a small packet of cigarettes. As she did this, I noticed two unopened condom packets in the handbag's side pocket. Seeing these made my cock stir once again, though I did not expect or want any sex with Clare tonight. I didn’t want to be unfaithful to Sarah again. I needed to have that honest, open talk with her first.

She pulled a cigarette out of its packet and asked, “Do you mind?” I didn’t.

“Sarah also occasionally smokes, so I am used to it.”

As Clare lit up, I noticed that it was a packet of ten, and she asked if I wanted one.

“Maybe another time,” but the truth was I had never smoked and planned never to start. I thought I would let Clare know this at another time. But as for now, I wanted to ask Clare the question. The one I really desired an answer to.

“So why do you still go out with Alan, then?” 

I wanted to add, “When you can have me,” but I checked myself. I may be sometimes daft, but I had learnt a few things recently about women, and I now realised being cocky was not a good thing!

“It is complicated,” Clare replied, using those very words for a second time, but I had the feeling it was not, so I pushed again.

“Why is it complicated?”

Clare took a drag of her cigarette and thought. It was as she exhaled the smoke and smiled that she said, “Perhaps it's not that complicated...”

“Alan has a big cock.”

Perversely, I somewhat liked Clare’s answer and therefore had to ask the obvious question.

“How big is it?”

“I never measured, but it is a little longer than yours and quite fat. He says it's ten inches.”

“How big are you?” 

I nearly spat my drink out at that question, but I did know the answer. Most men do.

“I am one hundred and ninety-one centimetres,” I proudly announced.

Clare started laughing as she knew I was trying to make my cock sound larger than it was.

“Come on,” she said as her laughter faded. “I want real measurements, and don’t forget I already sampled it, so no exaggerations!”

I smiled.

“Seven and a half inches long, depending on how you measure it, and two inches in diameter,” which, in truth, was a good size cock, but I always wanted it a little bigger.

“Well, it does not really matter,” Clare then said. “He may be larger, but you are so much better than him in technique. He just climbs on and fucks like a machine. No imagination; every time it is the same: bang, bang, bang.”

I could not stop grinning, which Clare noticed, and she then nudged me. That only succeeded in reducing my grin to a smile.

While I liked to be told I was good in bed, I thought maybe we were moving into an area of too much information. I did not want to think about Alan fucking Clare, even if sharing a girlfriend was another of my unspoken fetishes. It was one that I had never mentioned to anyone.

Clare then said what I wanted to know...

“As I mentioned when I met Alan, the fact he had a car, a flat where I could stay, and money. Well, it got me out of the house and away from my family. Do not get me wrong; I love my family, but there are six of us living in a house built for four.”

“There is just no privacy at all.”

“Alan's arrival let me escape, and now I am eighteen. My parents let me sleep over Fridays and Saturday nights if I want to, as I do not have to go to college the next day. Also, with me not being at home, it gives my family more space as well.”

“So what do your parents think of Alan?”

I could not help but ask, though I knew I should not have, as it was none of my business.

“They like him,” Clare said, completely unfazed by my question.

I had hoped for a different answer.

“So there are no issues with Alan. You love him?” I regretted asking as soon as it left my mouth.

“I have not finished yet,” Clare said a little sharply as she stubbed out her cigarette.

“While I like Alan, I do not love him and never will. In the early days, I thought I did, but I was young. You have to be aware that it is only in the last year that I have grown into the more confident woman that I am now. I have Alan to partly thank for that, but I know what I want, and I do not think it will be Alan.” 

“Part of the reason I went away with the girls to Majorca is I wanted to think about my future away from all other influences. It was a week away from all routine so that I could make some big decisions, like going back to college and, more importantly, Alan.” 

Clare paused and then looked intently at me before continuing, this time speaking more softly.

“As you know, David, my nineteenth birthday is in November, and I have the feeling he's going to propose to me, and I am not ready for that. It was fun when it was fun, but now he's starting to get serious, and as I said, I'm just not ready for that. I feel I need a little freedom.”

“I need to tell you that I have not yet completely made my mind up about Alan, but I do know I will need to soon.”

“Meeting you, David, was just at the right time for me because it made me think about the future even harder. But it also makes it more complicated, as my original thought was just to leave Alan and have some fun as a single girl. I am not sure I am ready for another relationship straight away, and you need to understand, as I have mentioned, that I cheat, and that is not going to change.”

I smiled; I had all the answers I wanted, and I did not want our conversation to get any heavier. Clare needed space and time to make up her mind, and in some ways, so did I.

I thanked Clare for being so honest and open, and we decided it was time to head back to Clare’s.

On the drive back we had more mundane conversations, but as we got near her house, Clare did ask me, “What are you going to tell Sarah? Are you going to tell her about me?”

I gave Clare the honest reply, “She already knows you exist, though I have not yet given her any details, and maybe I never will. As for what I am going to say to her tomorrow, I do not know.”

I then added, “Can I phone you on Thursday at seven pm?”

“Yes... Please do, but be aware that you might get my mum.”

“I guess I have to cross that bridge when it comes, as I am still going to phone you.”

Clare smiled, and I felt her looking at me as I drove.

We pulled up outside her house, and we both looked at one another. Suddenly I had the urge to cuddle Clare, and I leaned across and hugged her. Since I felt like I was leaving part of myself with her, it was the best I could do.

We looked at one another, and Clare kissed me on the cheek and said with a smile, “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I really enjoyed it.”

I smiled back at her.

“I really enjoyed it too, and it was lovely to get to know you more. I say it again: you’re absolutely fucking gorgeous, and I do want to go out with you. I simply would not want you to change at all.”

I then added as if by instinct. “Remember, I love slutty women, especially ones that tell hot, sexy stories.”

I leaned across and kissed Clare as she laughed.

“I had the feeling you might,” and with that, Clare started to get out of my car. Then she stopped, peeked back inside, and grinned. “By the way, my monthly came Sunday. So you failed to get me pregnant; you need to try harder next time,” and with a chuckle, she closed the car door.

I had been so captivated by Clare I had forgotten to even ask!

As she walked towards her front door, it occurred to me that perhaps that should have been the first question I asked her. I could only smile, which turned into a grin. “Next time.”

So there is going to be “a next time,” I thought.

The drive back was uneventful, but as I approached home, my mind shifted from Clare to Sarah and what I should say tomorrow.

But tomorrow was another day; there would be time to think about that.

My final thought was of Clare, that there will be “a next time.” 

I was even more attracted to her than ever.

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